The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 641

Through the window, Susan and Alexa's voices drifted out.

"Catherine loves these homemade pickled sides. They’re low in sodium, so they won’t interfere with her breastfeeding," Susan said.

"If it’s not salty enough, it’ll spoil easily," Alexa pointed out.

Susan chuckled. "We’ll just make small batches. When it’s gone, we’ll make more. We have plenty of time anyway."

All morning, Lanny had been completely monopolized by Lance. Neither Susan nor Alexa had even needed to lift a finger.

With that thought, Susan glanced toward the living room. Lance was sitting there, keeping an eye on Lanny, who drifted in and out of sleep in his stroller. Whenever the baby cried, Lance was the one who fed him his bottle. He handled everything himself.

Alexa followed her gaze. She couldn't help but marvel at the sight of a man of his immense stature and wealth being so hands-on with a baby. It was incredibly rare.

"Oh, Catherine is back."

Hearing the front door open, Alexa wiped her hands on her apron and hurried toward the entryway.

"Alexa," Catherine greeted her as she swapped her heels for slippers. "Was Lanny a good boy today?"

Alexa beamed. "An absolute angel! All morning, Lance has been—"

Before she could finish, a sharp smack echoed from the living room.

Lance tossed a newspaper onto the coffee table. His expression was dangerously dark as he stood up and walked away, his knuckles white around his phone.

"What happened?" Catherine lowered her voice. "Did Lanny make a mess and annoy him?"

Susan hastily shook her head. "No, not at all! He was perfectly behaved."

Besides, Lance had been watching the baby all morning without complaint.

Unsure of what had gone wrong, Alexa exchanged a baffled look with Susan.

Susan walked over from the living room, equally confused. "Maybe he had a frustrating work call. You should go check on Lanny. Dinner will be ready in a minute."

Catherine watched Lance’s broad back disappear around the corner before pulling her gaze away. She rolled up her sleeves, washed her hands in the downstairs bathroom, and went over to her son.

A short while later, Susan set the dinner spread on the table.

"Catherine, how about I take Lanny while you go upstairs and grab Lance?" Susan offered, reaching out for the baby.

The lingering steam from his shower seemed to radiate off his skin, enveloping her in his warm, intoxicating scent.

"Find me some clothes," he demanded smoothly.

Catherine blinked. "Huh?"

Lance gestured toward the walk-in closet in the corner of the room. "Lanny peed on my shirt."

"Oh. Right."

Hearing that her son was the culprit, Catherine quickly darted toward the closet.

Lance’s measured footsteps trailed right behind her, unhurried but radiating a subtle, overwhelming dominance.

The man’s wardrobe was a sea of monochromatic black and white, with only a few sparse colors relegated to a forgotten corner.

"I have to head out soon," he said. "Get me a suit."

Catherine pulled out a crisp, custom-tailored white dress shirt, a sharp black suit, and paired them with a deep burgundy tie.